Promise the world, and I will invested in your fantasy. My reaction is what your nature desires. Lure me in, imprison I’ll become. Spin your web, and capture my soul. Puncture me with your fangs, and feed if you must. Even after I’m gone my love will remain robust.
You don’t write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say.
Rainy days make me smile,
because it reminds me
that the sky gets sad too
It’s as if I share my heart only to have a piece stolen.. This won’t cease until I’m left with an empty chest…